Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Nico,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.